Chapter 322 (1/2)

The World of Music in Spring

Zhao Youyue stabilized her mobile phone, pointing the camera right at her flawless pair of hands.

Many of her fans envied her hands, not only could they control characters and kill anything in the game, they also played smooth and mesmerizing music.

If the hands were so delicate and elegant, the appearance of their owner must be beautiful as well.

They did catch the attention of a few hand lotion companies, prompted them to attempt hiring Ah Yu as their ambassador.

Perhaps Su Li would not reject this five-figure offer from these small companies, but Zhao Youyue had no interest in them.

Not many were left in the hall, those who were done rehearsing had the permission to leave, some were too lazy to attend night classes had remained seated, enjoyed the laidback role as audience.

Wang Shun, the sworn rival of Hang Yongming, was one of the audience. He packed a bunch of snacks, and had planned to stay until the end of the rehearsal. His eyes were on his phone all the time, bored of those same performances on stage during every rehearsal.

The next piano solo would be done by the president of Student Union, Huang Zongchao, with the track, “Marriage D’Amour.” If he were to judge that performance, at most, it would be “on point,” words like “beautiful” and “soul-touching” were impossible to match with it.

Despite it, Wang Shun knew that Huang Zongchao always put in his full effort in his studies, the piano was merely his hobby. He should be praised for achieved the “on point” level, but you would never expect to get Richard Clayderman out of him.

The unfamiliar track diverted Wang Shun’s attention from his phone to the stage. Instead of Huang Zongchao, there was a beautiful young girl with silky long hair, dressed in a school uniform.

That was clearly the uprising star in school, supposedly the prettiest girl in school, Zhao Youyue!

Even Wang Shun, a Grade 3 senior heard of this Grade 2 junior’s name, Zhao Youyue. She excelled academically, and she had performed exceptionally well in the previous school sports competition. Her speeches under the national flag in front of all students were solid and inspiring, striking close to heart.

Someone had finally matched Huang Zongchao as a remarkable individual as a Grade 2 student, while being far more beautiful and elegant, to boot.

This young girl was supposed to play the violin, wasn’t she, why was she playing the piano, now? Wang Shun could not wrap his mind around it.

Wang Shun might be an art student, but he was aware of Zhao Youyue’s achievements. She was the champion of Provincial Music Competition, and her skills had managed to get her into the finalist of National Music Competition. He was jealous to learn that she had such attained such an achievement before she was even out of Grade 2, while he had only managed to get bronze in Provincial Music Competition.